Romaldo
"Will you take a seat?" Dante sighed as he himself sank onto the office couch in Romaldo's office.
They were back at the Crystal Moon's castle. Not by his choice.
Something ticked in Romaldo's jaw at the thought. This was not how it was supposed to have ended. She should still have been in his arms. They still should have been basking in each other's warmth.
"Sit?" Romaldo hissed at the older wolf.
Irabel was gone, their passion all but forgotten and cold.
Well, at least by her.
"Can we go back?"
Irabel's quiet, almost shaken request echoed in his mind, followed by the memory of the strangest look he'd seen on her yet—a far cry from the woman who'd glowed like the sun beneath him.
Romaldo still didn't understand what the hell had gone wrong.
And Dante wanted him to si
